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Who Will Run the Frog Hospital? follows the lives of Berie, an American woman visiting Paris with her husband, and Sils, her best friend from childhood, as they take their first exhilarating steps into adulthood. 'Though often uproariously funny, the book is, at heart, an elegy, reminiscent at times of Waugh's Brideshead Revisited . . . It is a double portrait that touches and dazzles and entertains. Ms Moore has written an enchanting novel.' New York Times 'One exclaims at her writing in the way that one might over a piece of watered silk - the quality of it is so marvellous that it often stops one in one's tracks . . . This book is melancholy and reflective, but as easy to read as a dandelion clock is to blow.' Observer
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Who Will Run the Frog Hospital?, Lorrie Moore
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- Erscheinungsdatum
- 1995
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- Sprache
- Englisch
- Autor*innen
- Lorrie Moore
- Verlag
- Faber & Faber
- Erscheinungsdatum
- 1995
- Einband
- Paperback
- Seitenzahl
- 192
- ISBN10
- 057117311x
- ISBN13
- 9780571173112
- Reihe
- Schlagwörter
- Belletristik, Young Adult, Gegenwartsliteratur, Kurzgeschichten, Erwachsenwerden
- Originaltitel
- Who will run the frog hospital?
- Bewertung
- 3,85 von 5 Sternen
- Beschreibung
- Who Will Run the Frog Hospital? follows the lives of Berie, an American woman visiting Paris with her husband, and Sils, her best friend from childhood, as they take their first exhilarating steps into adulthood. 'Though often uproariously funny, the book is, at heart, an elegy, reminiscent at times of Waugh's Brideshead Revisited . . . It is a double portrait that touches and dazzles and entertains. Ms Moore has written an enchanting novel.' New York Times 'One exclaims at her writing in the way that one might over a piece of watered silk - the quality of it is so marvellous that it often stops one in one's tracks . . . This book is melancholy and reflective, but as easy to read as a dandelion clock is to blow.' Observer